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imma rmx - azeem lyrics

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[intro]
ah yeah, yo, it’s azeem checkin’ in
this was dedicated, all the black sheep out there
all the loners, the outcasts
n*ggas with dyslexia and abd like me

[verse]
i’m an afro, j*panese, muslim, communist, a terrorist
a leftist guerrilla trainer, a black mexican
a border crosser i.d. sn*tchin’, fake counterfeit bill havin’
bank robber, a morman*rastafarian
outta control, blacklisted, blackballed
untrusted, inexperienced, i got little education
i’m liable to bunk up this whole english language
and speak some jam*anglish in a tight sity*ation
i’m outta control, tortured soul, graffiti can arsonist
i’m slightly hypodermicly challenged, a schizophrenic
patriotic, ex*postal clerk, gun shop local
got bad body odor and a thick accent
i’m a robot that can’t be recycled, harmful when touched
environmentally unstable and overly contagious
germ givin’, self reproducin’ s*x weapon
a pathological liar runnin’ for presidential election
a daily collect call from san quentin who sells women
an 80’s hostage crisis that keeps givin’
i am a separatist, s*xist, a death wish specialist with a checklist and hollow tips
made just for politics and i’m lookin’ for a job
anybody hirin’? (hmm)
maybe i should be on mtv
i’d be a media wh0re, happy go lucky ex convict with charm sensitivity
a house with a chimney
no cavities, i’d never smile, tattoo my neck
buy a rolex, curse a lot and try to get arrested
just to sell some records, wouldn’t bother with investors
smokin’ cheeba in a lexus with a necklace in texas
to nectar detect, interceptin’ tight dresses
after modeling sessions and parties thrown by essence
i’d stay up and plan how to make bad impressions
and front like i knew some old h*lla deep lessons
until you start askin’ questions, that’s when i start guessin’
i’d fill up my body with the names of dead bredren
i’d pray they in heaven, brandish my weapon
to get love from the thugs in the balcony sections
lookin’ hard from all the props i’m bench*pressin’
l!ck shots in the sky just for extra attention, that’s me
[outro]
sorry about that

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